DarthM talk about Trust podcast

For three long years, I kept my poem hidden, but now it's time for it to come to light. Too shy to share my pain, I only speak of what I've overcome. Excuse my trauma, for it is the sand of my pearl, and I am the shell; I need time alone to process it. A November nightmare haunts me, with the repeated reminder: "I can't save you, only you can save yourself." Choose to embrace the pain, to be the T in rust, not the rust in Trust. But you know me—I can't share my pain without a painkiller. So if you recognize the feeling, I can share with you what got me through and the meaning behind it, along with the rightful definitions. Once I say it out loud, it feels like the funeral of my feeling in the poem, yet sadness is the consolation of the soul. Enjoy:)